Conceiving PDD

Sunday, September 29, 2024

Good morning. The day after my birthday. I had a nice day. All morning: calls and well-wishes, and lunch with Johanna. Sometimes I forget the most important people in my life. And Johanna is one of them. Kind and loving, she is always there with words of kindness, strict advice, and steady friendship. I am blessed. And this morning, I read a beautifully written piece by one of my favorite authors on Medium, JH Simon. The man is a machine of insight and inspiration to me. I would like to become as prolific as he is. I don’t know why I am not more inspired. I love to write. I have just been a prisoner of my own life these last years. Cancer, abandonment and betrayal, a new job, learning to live alone again, and fear of not being able to take care of myself if I get sicker. But I also read another interesting piece about Carl Jung’s take on healing. He says we don’t heal, we let go. I love that. It represents how I feel, or how I want to heal. It sounds easy: just acknowledge, accept, and let go. I am mostly there. My hopes for moving forward in my 67th year are to find myself and share what I can with whoever wants to share back. I think sharing will heal me more than anything, and perhaps I can help support someone like me who needs some encouragement and support.